I stumbled across this prayer a while back in the poetry appendix in the third volume of the Liturgy of the Hours (page 1986). It touches me profoundly for many reasons. I deeply believe that we need now more than ever to have more pity on our hearts. I find myself praying this poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins often. Maybe it will be a blessing to you as well.
My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
I cast for comfort I can no more get
By groping round my comfortless, than blind
Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find
Thirst’s all-in-all in all a world of wet.
Should, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size
At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile
’s not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather – as skies
Betweenpie mountains – lights a lovely mile.